Innocent Revenge

Chapter 1

"Papa got you a journal for christmas dear. He is so sorry he couldn't make it on time. He had a alot of work to do and you know that, right dear?" My aunt said, her voice almost shivering.

I nodded. I knew this was coming anyway. I'm only twelve yet I know my father works really hard to provide for us this extragavent hotel that is our house. He buys me everything I have ever wanted in life and doesn't say a word on the amount of money he has spent on me. I knew this was affection, I knew this was his way of telling me he loved me. But I wanted something else, his physical presence in my life.

All these years, I have spent my entire childhood in living hopes that my father would never leave me alone, and would always read me my favorite bedtime book and tuck me in with warm and fuzzy blankets and leave me a kiss on my forehead saying goodnight.

That never happened. My father was too busy. He was the busiest man I had ever seen. Minimally, I could only see him for a full day ten times a month and only on Christmas Break. I would treasure every moment that I laugh and play with him, like it was my last.

I think the only difference between my father and I was our vast difference in the definition of affection. Maybe it will change, soon.

"Don't be sad dear, he will come back in two weeks. He really loves you. Your mum too. "

I gave her a small smile and hugged the journal tightly across my chest and swiftly skipped to my room. Coming to think of it, where is my mum? She left two nights ago in a hurry saying that she needed to get work done at an unearthly hour. I almost forgot about her, she is almost non existent in my life. I secretly always wished she would show me the care and love like my father did.

I sat on the edge of my enormous princess bed and opened the journal. It was black, with gold shimmery lines that covered the corners of the book. Black and gold. My favourite colours.

I opened the book and to my surprise, a tiny white paper fell from it.

I grabbed it from the floor and opened the letter. Big, bold, ugly black handwriting filled the paper. I instantly knew who it was.

My father.

Jasmine love.
It's your father. I'm so sorry but I'm pretty sure mother would have told you why I didn't come home for christmas. I really couldn't. You would be confused as to why I didn't. Simply because I never miss any Christmas with you. But I had no choice, my body was competing with my soul and I couldn't handle the pain inside. The doctor said it will be risky for me to travel all the way from London to Texas. I wish I can see you soon. I hope this isn't the end for me, I miss you so much. I know I haven't been the best dad to you. I want you to forgive me for that. Will you? I'm so sorry, I truly am.

I love you dear. I love you so much. Even if this busy daddy of yours wouldn't be able to live to see you grow up, please promise me one thing.

I want you to be happy. Always. Don't let anyone take that away from you.

Love,
Your Busy Dad.

My brain was a swirl of emotions when I read this. My father, sick? I couldn't handle this as I felt my head spinning and my eyes weren't in control as I caught sight of a pitch black scene of evil demons trying to break me away from my father.